It was too much really. Precious memories

It was too much really. Precious memories was playing & I couldn't recognize anyone in the photo album. I needed help. I took the album and ran out the door. Only if anyone could

tell me who I am, where I was, what's my name. Why can't I recognize that face in the reflection? Why is that face so strange to me? Why is my mind blank?

Did I have an accident?Did I have an Amnesia?What's happening to me?Someone help me..Why is my mind blank?

I couldn't remember anything and why am i in this dark room that moves like the elavator? I screamed for help but there's none. Until half an hour, a shine of light came from above

. "See's your stuck in there all right. Get you out in a jiffy." The light went out and I was in pitch blackness."Wait, where am I?" The room tilted and I slammed against the wall.

I staggered back to my feet, dizzy. The floor was moving under me, that much I could tell. I heard him tinkering around with the gears or whatever. I also heard a clown laughing.

That's what pushed me over the edge. I could tolerate the clanking of the gears, the moving floor, and the clomping of my captor's steps, but clowns were another story. My screams

were drowned out by the mad clown's cackling, and I felt his shadow pass over me. I closed my eyes, ready for his final blow-- but it never came. I opened my eyes and saw the

clown - dead, bloated & oozing pus. The most comical deadly thing in the world had been destroyed by the smallest - just like War of the Worlds. I built a fire & roasted the clown.